There juste a par of old Keds that for a long time Deborah has worn…they’re frayed…they’re stained…they have a few holes…their edges have been torn.
Over the years she’s added to them a bit of her own art…there’s a bird…a peace sign…a flower and her favorite…a flying heart.
She’s been reluctant to buy new ones…saying “no new shoes could compete…with my Keds…the most comfortable shoes I’ve had the pleasure to wear upon my feet.”
I have no doubt, after all these years, they are a comfortable pair of shoes…but are they comfortable because they’re comfortable…or because they give her comfort too?
Does she remember, no matter where she’s walked, these shoes have not forsaken her?
Does she remember every time she slips them on…all the places they have taken her?
Is it possible these shoes…now old and weathered and thin…not only take her where she’s going…but remind her where she’s been?
Perhaps that’s the key to her shoes…what transcends them into a work of art…for not only do they bring comfort to her feet…they bring comfort to her heart.
Or could it be, as we get older…as each year we get a little more weathered and tattered…and gray…we don’t feel the same need to throw old things away.
As for me…I hope she keeps on wearing her old Keds because no matter how tattered..or torn…I think they are the most beautiful shoes she has ever worn.
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